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Blanket Diplomacy (Bonten x Reader)

Summary: You're the beloved, fiercely protected darling of Bonten — the most dangerous criminal syndicate in Tokyo, led by Mikey and his five closest men: Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Kakucho, and Kokonoi. They call you princess, darling, and treat you like royalty, keeping you wrapped in warmth, affection, and handmade blankets. But despite the luxury and loyalty, you’re still human — prone to nightmares, needing comfort, craving normalcy.

One day, while seeking a quiet moment alone, you accidentally wander into the middle of a covert Bonten job. Mikey’s cold, dangerous side surfaces, and you’re rushed away in fear — not of the job, but of how distant and terrifying he suddenly felt.

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The room was cold. The kind of cold that wasn’t from air conditioning, but the kind that came from sharp suits, colder eyes, and guns tucked just out of sight.

The infamous Bonten boardroom.

Six of the most dangerous men in Tokyo sat in silence, flanked by sleek walls and the looming presence of power. But for once, the focus of the room wasn’t on them.

It was you.

Wrapped up like a little blanket burrito in soft grey fleece, cradled protectively in Rindou Haitani’s lap — your head tucked beneath his chin, breath rising and falling slowly, peacefully. One of your arms was wedged between his chest and your own body, the other curled up near your face as you slept with the softest frown on your lips.

Completely unaware that a meeting with a rival syndicate was in session.

A low hum came from Rindou’s chest as he adjusted his hold around you slightly, tucking a piece of the blanket closer to your cheek. His fingers threaded gently through your hair, like muscle memory.

“Don’t move too much,” Ran muttered beside him, a teasing smirk on his lips. “You’ll wake princess.”

“She stayed up waiting for us last night,” Rindou murmured. “Didn’t want to sleep until we were all back.”

Kokonoi, seated across the table, sighed through his nose without looking up from his tablet. “That’s because she worries too much. Even though we’re the ones keeping her safe.”

“She just loves you dumbasses,” Sanzu chimed in, flicking ashes into a crystal tray. “Especially you, Koko. You and your little stress wrinkles.”

Koko didn’t look up. “I moisturize.”

The rival gang sitting across the room looked unsure whether they had stepped into a mafia negotiation… or a soap opera. One of them made the mistake of letting his gaze linger too long on you, his brow furrowing slightly — as if he couldn’t quite process why the crown jewel of Tokyo’s most dangerous organization was asleep during a war meeting.

The temperature in the room dropped immediately.

Mikey, at the head of the table, didn’t even glance up from where he sat. But his voice cut through the silence like a scalpel.

“Don’t look at her.”

The man blinked. “I—I wasn’t—”

Sanzu smiled without humor. “You were. And I don’t like that look on your face.”

Ran stretched his arms behind his head lazily, crossing one ankle over the other.

“See, princess is off-limits. You want a bullet buffet, feel free to keep staring.”

Rindou didn’t say anything — just tightened his arm around your waist. You shifted gently in your sleep, murmuring something unintelligible, your nose nuzzling into his collarbone. He softened immediately, one hand cupping the back of your head.

“Shhh, darling,” he whispered, voice a breath. “Just sleep.”

Across the table, Kakucho’s lip twitched in something close to amusement. His arms were folded, his presence calm and collected — but the moment anyone even looked at you wrong, his dark eyes turned feral.

“She’s not a prop. She’s our peace. Keep her that way.”

The rival gang leader raised both hands slightly in a poor attempt at pacification. “No disrespect intended. We were just surprised.”

“You should stop being surprised,” Kokonoi muttered. “And start talking. You’ve got fifteen minutes left before our princess wakes up, and trust me… she doesn’t like strangers.”

“Especially the kind who talk too loud,” Sanzu added, smiling with teeth.

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Time passed.

The meeting continued, half-heartedly. Bonten didn’t really care what this other gang had to offer. The important part — the only part — was that you were still asleep, safe and warm in one of their arms.

When you finally stirred, it was gradual. Your brows knit together as you squirmed slightly, the blanket slipping down just a little.

“Mm… ‘Dou…?”

Rindou immediately leaned in, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Right here, sweetheart.”

Your eyes blinked open slowly, lashes fluttering. You looked dazed and warm and confused by the soft murmurs around you and the dim lighting. “S’it still morning?”

“Barely,” Mikey said, lips curling around his lollipop. “Meeting’s almost over.”

You sat up a little — still swaddled — and looked around, only then noticing the unfamiliar suits across from you. “Who…?”

Sanzu leaned forward with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Just some people who don’t matter. Go back to sleep, princess. We’ll be done soon.”

But you were already awake now, still groggy but aware enough to feel the weight of six eyes on you — all fond, all gentle.

Ran chuckled and reached over to flick a finger at the tip of your nose. “Cutest security blanket we’ve ever had. You stole the whole meeting, y’know?”

“Did not…” you mumbled.

“You did,” Kokonoi said. “And you didn’t even have to say a word.”

Kakucho finally stood, pushing his chair in. “Meeting’s over. We’ve heard enough.”

Sanzu followed suit, stretching like a cat. “Finally. I’m starving. Princess, what are you in the mood for?”

You blinked, still half-tucked in Rindou’s lap. “Waffles?”

“That’s my girl,” Ran said with a grin.

“Waffles it is,” Mikey said, already texting someone. “And someone tell Takeomi to get her a new blanket. That one’s too thin.”

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The meeting room emptied quickly after you woke up — a silent command passed between the six Bonten executives. The moment you blinked sleepily at the unfamiliar faces across the table, the negotiation was done.

Their darling was awake. Priorities shifted.

You barely had time to process the abrupt end of the meeting before Kakucho was holding your blanket-bundled form gently by the elbow, guiding you to your feet like you were made of glass.

“C’mon, princess,” he said, voice warm and deep. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

You yawned into the blanket, trailing after them on socked feet like a sleepy kitten. Still drowsy, still wrapped up like a burrito, you followed your men down the dim hallway of Bonten HQ.

You were barely aware of where you were being taken until you smelled it: warm syrup, toasted batter, powdered sugar, and strawberries.

Waffles.

Your eyes widened slightly as you stepped into one of the private lounges, now transformed into an impromptu breakfast suite. A low table was covered in your favorite foods — waffles stacked high, whipped cream in elegant bowls, sliced fruit, warm pastries, fresh juice, and two different syrups.

“You remembered,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“Of course we remembered,” Sanzu said, stepping behind you to gently pluck the blanket off your shoulders — only to immediately place a thicker, fluffier one around you. “We’re not animals.”

Ran chuckled. “Says the guy who once bit someone in a meeting.”

“I was in a mood,” Sanzu replied lazily. “Don’t test me. I’ll do it again.”

Mikey was already seated on the sofa, stretching out like a bored cat, plate in hand. “Come here, darling,” he said, patting the spot beside him. “We saved the warm waffles for you.”

You trudged over, letting yourself fall into the seat beside him, legs curled up. Mikey immediately draped an arm around your shoulders, drawing you against him like you belonged there (you did).

Kokonoi handed you a fork with a quiet, “Strawberry on the left, vanilla syrup in the middle. Use the one in the white bottle, the gold one’s too sweet.”

He was already back on his tablet a second later, but not before gently brushing your hair back from your face. “You’ve got blanket hair, princess.”

You puffed your cheeks. “You’re lucky I’m too sleepy to fight back.”

Koko smirked. “I’d win anyway.”

Rindou sat down at your feet, leaning against the couch with a bottle of juice in hand. “Drink this,” he said, passing it up to you. “You barely drank anything before the meeting.”

You took a sip, and he watched you with a satisfied little hum, leaning his head against your thigh like it was his favorite pillow.

“Comfortable?” you teased.

“Mmm. Very.”

Ran slid in next to Mikey, stealing a strawberry off your plate. “Y’know, I like when you nap during meetings. We all behave better.”

“I missed everything important,” you murmured.

Kakucho, seated in a plush armchair nearby, shook his head. “Nothing more important than you resting. You’ve been stressed lately.”

You blinked. “I have?”

“You chew your lip when you’re overthinking,” Mikey murmured beside you.

“You click your pen when you’re anxious,” Rindou added.

“You hold your phone like you’re waiting for bad news,” Kakucho said gently.

You paused. “You guys… notice all that?”

They all gave you a look. Six of them. Deadly, powerful, merciless in the eyes of the world. But here, in this moment, with you? Just six men hopelessly in love with one sleepy girl.

“Of course we do,” Mikey said, voice quiet. “You’re our world.”

Your throat tightened slightly, warmth blooming in your chest.

Sanzu stood up and disappeared for a moment, then returned with something behind his back.

“Got you something,” he said, stepping in front of you. “Close your eyes, princess.”

You arched a brow but obeyed. A second later, something soft and cool was draped around your shoulders — not a blanket this time, but a cashmere shawl. Elegant. Expensive. Stitched with your initials in the corner.

You opened your eyes slowly. “Sanzu…”

“Told you the other one was too thin,” he muttered. “And Koko wouldn’t shut up about thread count.”

“I just want the best for her,” Kokonoi said simply, not looking up from his tablet.

Your hands gripped the shawl tightly, heart soft and fragile with affection.

“Thank you,” you said, voice thick with emotion.

Ran leaned back and smiled lazily. “Told you she’d get all emotional.”

“You would too,” Kakucho said, “if someone gave you a blanket that cost more than your car.”

“I don’t have a car.”

“You crashed it,” Rindou reminded him.

“Semantics.”

You laughed — really laughed — and it made them all pause for a brief, quiet second. Because that sound? That soft, happy laugh?

That was worth more than all their territory, all their money, and every deal they’d ever made.

Mikey glanced around the room, watching his family and his girl, all together.

“Meeting’s officially adjourned,” he murmured. “Time to spoil our princess.”

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You had just finished your second plate of waffles and were mid-yawn when your phone buzzed on the coffee table.

📱**[Bestie💗]** calling…

You perked up immediately. “Oh! It’s her—be right back!”

Before any of the boys could say a word, you answered the call and stood up in one motion, already pacing toward the far side of the lounge with the phone to your ear, trailing your new cashmere shawl behind you like a royal train.

“Hey, babe!” you greeted, voice instantly brighter. “Oh my god, you won’t believe today—yes, I was asleep during a real mafia meeting, don’t even judge me…”

Back on the couch, six pairs of eyes followed you as you made gentle figure eights around the room.

Ran leaned back with a lazy grin. “There she goes.”

“She’s gonna wear a groove into the floor,” Sanzu muttered, smirking as he twirled a toothpick between his teeth.

“Should’ve taken the phone away,” Kokonoi murmured without looking up from his tablet.

“She sounds happy,” Rindou said softly, watching the way you gestured with your hands while talking. “I like it.”

Mikey just hummed, sipping his drink while his eyes tracked your every move like a lazy cat watching a wind-up toy.

“...and then Rindou had me wrapped up like a human burrito,” you were saying on the call, laughing. “No, I’m serious. Like full-on tucked-in and everything. You’d think I was a pet or something—”

You turned in another circle, almost stepping over Sanzu’s foot. He moved it lazily at the last second, chuckling.

Then you walked right past Kakucho, still seated in his usual armchair.

He didn’t say anything at first.

Just watched you walk by for the third time — trailing your shawl, phone pressed to your cheek, giggling softly to your best friend, occasionally twirling in place — completely unaware of how every single one of them had paused just to watch you glow.

Distracting didn’t even begin to cover it.

Finally, Kakucho exhaled a quiet breath.

“That’s enough, princess.”

Before you could react, a strong arm curled around your waist mid-step, and with almost no effort at all, Kakucho pulled you gently down into his lap.

You let out a surprised squeak, nearly dropping your phone.

“Wait! I—Kaku!”

“Sit still,” he said against your ear, voice low and steady. “You’re too distracting.”

You blinked, flustered, shifting slightly as he adjusted you comfortably against him. His arm slid securely around your waist, the other resting across your thighs, locking you in place. His palm pressed warmly against your stomach, steady and sure.

“Talk,” he said simply. “But stay right here.”

You swallowed your bashful smile and brought the phone back to your ear, your voice quieter now. “Sorry—yeah, I just got… picked up.”

“By who?” your friend asked with a laugh.

“Kakucho,” you mumbled, cheeks warm.

“He’s the serious one, right?”

You glanced sideways at his expression. Focused. Calm. But there was a faint curve at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” you said. “But he’s sweet.”

Kakucho pressed a light kiss to your shoulder, then leaned forward and murmured in your ear:

“Tell her you’re the most spoiled girl in the world.”

Your breath hitched, laughter bubbling up. “Did you hear that? He said I’m the most spoiled—!”

“That’s because you are,” Ran called from across the room, smirking.

“Tell her you’re sitting on royalty’s lap,” Sanzu added. “The prettiest one in the room.”

Mikey raised his cup in mock-toast. “To our princess.”

Rindou reached up to flick the edge of your shawl. “She’s got a whole entourage right now.”

Kokonoi finally looked up from his screen and deadpanned, “She’s surrounded by six men, a cashmere blanket, and a golden waffle spoon. If she says she’s not spoiled, she’s lying.”

You buried your face in your free hand, laughing too hard to speak, while your friend howled on the other end.

Eventually, you lowered the phone, still breathless. “Okay, okay—she has to go. I’ll call her back later.”

You ended the call, and the room fell into a warm, easy silence.

Kakucho’s voice rumbled behind you. “Feel better now?”

You nodded, relaxing against his chest. “Mmhmm. Just needed to talk it out. She makes me feel normal.”

“You are normal,” he said, brushing your hair back. “You just live like royalty.”

You sighed happily, melting into his lap.

Ran grinned. “We should just start calling her Empress.”

“Already do,” Sanzu muttered, stretching out like a satisfied cat.

Kokonoi checked his watch. “We’ve got a free afternoon. Let’s take her shopping. Or to that gallery she keeps hinting at.”

Mikey stood, adjusting his jacket. “If she wants it, she gets it.”

You blinked up at them, heart full, mind fuzzy from sugar and affection. “You guys really don’t know how to not spoil me, huh?”

Kakucho kissed the top of your head.

“Nope. Not even a little.”

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The clock blinked 2:13 AM in red across the kitchen wall. The Bonten executives were gathered around the long island counter, half-dressed in sweats and unbuttoned shirts, their late-night meeting less business and more murmured strategy talk, glowing laptop screens, and cups of black coffee.

Mikey sat at the head of the table, legs pulled up in the chair, hood drawn over his head as he scrolled through reports silently. Kakucho was leaned against the counter, arms crossed. Sanzu lounged on the barstool, still barefoot, still fidgeting. Ran and Rindou had just come in from the balcony, hair windswept, shirts untucked. Koko, of course, hadn’t left his tablet all night.

They were mid-conversation about a new alliance when everything fell quiet at once — not because of something said, but because they felt it.

A shift in the air.

A presence.

All six pairs of eyes turned toward the hallway entrance.

And there you were.

Barefoot. Dressed in one of Mikey’s black hoodies, way too big. Hair messy. Shoulders small. You stood frozen in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes a little too wide, hands fisting the hem of the hoodie. Not speaking. Just standing there, breathing soft, blinking like you weren’t sure if this was real.

“…Darling?” Kakucho was the first to speak, voice gentle.

You blinked again. Then, quietly, in a voice small enough to break them:

“I had a nightmare…”

That was all it took.

Chairs scraped back. Someone stood so fast their cup clattered. Sanzu was already walking over. Mikey straightened in his seat. Koko locked his screen. Ran and Rindou stepped forward like they were ready to fight the dream itself.

You just stood there, still not moving, until Sanzu reached you first and crouched slightly to look into your face. His hands hovered over your arms, unsure whether to touch.

“What was it, princess?” he asked, softer than usual.

You just shook your head. “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

Kakucho was at your side instantly, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades.

“You won’t,” he promised. “Never.”

Mikey’s voice drifted in, quiet but final. “Come here.”

You let them guide you in — Rindou took your hand; Kakucho pressed you gently forward. Sanzu rubbed your back with slow, grounding circles.

You were sat on a high stool between Ran and Koko, who immediately placed one of his cardigans over your lap like a blanket. Mikey passed you a warm cup of tea he hadn’t even made until he saw you.

“Drink this. You’re shaking,” he said, not unkindly.

“I didn’t even notice…” you mumbled, voice soft.

“Nightmares’ll do that,” Ran said, brushing your hair back. “Want to tell us what happened?”

You hesitated. Then nodded slowly.

“I… I dreamed you all got hurt. I was waiting, but none of you came home.” You bit your lip, hard. “There was blood. Sirens. And I was alone in the house. I kept checking my phone. No one answered…”

Sanzu exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. “Shit.”

“No wonder you came lookin’ for us,” Rindou murmured, frowning.

Koko gave your knee a squeeze. “That’s not happening, sweetheart. Ever.”

You nodded slowly, but your fingers still trembled around the cup.

Mikey stood up.

Not quickly. Not dramatically.

Just… deliberately. Quiet and certain.

“Come with me,” he said.

You followed without a word, and the others weren’t far behind.

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Mikey sat on the edge of the massive bed and opened his arms. “Here.”

You climbed in without hesitation, and he tucked you into his chest like you were made to fit there. A heartbeat later, Kakucho slid in on your other side. Then Rindou laid behind you, curling his arm around your waist. Sanzu sprawled across the bottom edge like a lazy cat, his hand resting on your ankle protectively. Ran climbed in on Mikey’s side, legs tangled with his, casually brushing his knuckles against your knee. Koko came last, placing your phone and a water bottle on the nightstand before flicking off the light and crawling into the far end — close enough to keep watch.

You were completely surrounded.

“You okay now?” Mikey asked, thumb brushing the side of your face.

You nodded sleepily, tears dried now, heart slower.

Rindou murmured, “Still scared?”

You buried your face into Mikey’s hoodie. “Not anymore.”

They were so warm. You couldn’t even tell whose hand was in your hair anymore. Or whose foot was tucked against your calf. But it didn’t matter.

You were theirs.

And they were all here.

No sirens. No silence. No blood. Just breath, warmth, and six voices keeping you safe with whispers like shields.

“Sleep, princess.” “We’re right here.” “Not going anywhere.” “You’re safe now.” “Sweet dreams, darling.” “Always with you.”

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The morning sun leaked through the tall blackout curtains in golden slivers, cutting across tangled limbs, tousled hair, and slow, even breathing.

You woke in the center of it all — nestled between Mikey’s arm and Kakucho’s chest, with Rindou’s hand still resting lightly on your waist. Sanzu was at the foot of the bed, one leg hanging off the side, snoring softly. Ran and Koko had taken the edges, sprawled like lazy guards on a velvet battlefield.

You barely moved, just let out a quiet breath and smiled into the stillness.

No nightmare. No fear. Just them.

Eventually, someone stirred beside you.

“Mm… good morning, princess.” It was Kakucho — low voice, husky with sleep, eyes still half-lidded as he pressed a kiss to your temple. Mikey hummed on the other side, a silent nuzzle into your hair.

“I feel better,” you whispered, barely loud enough for the room. “A lot better. Thank you…”

Rindou cracked one eye open. “You sure?” “Positive,” you smiled.

You sat up carefully, limbs reluctant to leave the warmth. “You all have a long day today, right?”

Ran groaned into his pillow. “Don’t remind me.”

You smiled softly. “Then while you’re busy, I might go meet one of my friends at that new garden café near the station. Just to clear my head.”

“Want an escort?” Koko murmured, already checking his phone.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine. It’s public, daytime, super chill. I’ll text you if anything comes up, I promise.”

Mikey finally opened both eyes. “You sure you feel okay?”

You nodded, and he just stared for a moment, like he was checking for any crack in your armor. Satisfied, he nodded once, slow and final. “Alright. Go enjoy it.”

You kissed a few cheeks before you left, promising not to wander far, and texted the group chat once you arrived safely.

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The café was pretty. Too pretty to feel like a trap.

White parasols lined the patio, soft music floated through the air, and sunlight filtered gently through the wisteria vines coiled along the trellises. Your drink—an iced rose tea with honey—rested untouched on the table. You were too focused on the man beside you to even taste it.

His cologne was sharp. His cologne was close.

You shifted slightly in your chair, trying to put more distance between you and the stranger who had decided to join your peaceful catch-up with your best friend. He hadn’t been invited. He just saw you two, made a comment about how “girls like you shouldn’t sit alone,” and pulled up a chair like he belonged.

From the moment he sat down, something in your gut twisted.

Your friend had tried to explain who he was—“Oh, I think we had a class together, maybe?”—but it barely helped. He wasn’t paying attention to her. He was watching you, unblinking, like a fox cornering something soft and unaware.

“So… you from around here? You look too pretty for this neighborhood.”

You offered a tight smile. “No, I’m visiting. Just spending the day out while my boyfriend works.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” His smile stretched too wide. “Bet he’s not half as attentive as me.”

Your lips pressed together. You tried to keep it polite. Tried to stay civil.

“I’m very much taken,” you said, slowly and clearly. “He and I live together.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun. Or do you follow him around like a puppy?”

You flinched.

Your friend tried to laugh it off, uneasy. “Hey, come on. She said she’s taken.”

He waved her off and leaned closer to you—shoulder now barely a few inches from yours.

That’s when your hands began to tremble slightly.

Your fingers slid under the table, unlocked your phone.

To: Bonten 💀💬

[You]: can u guys come [You]: i don’t like this guy [You]: he won’t stop [You]: he’s making me really uncomfortable

You stared at the screen, barely breathing, heart thudding in your chest.

Sanzu replied first.

[Sanzu💉]: on my way. don’t move.

And right after:

[Koko💸]: with him. be there in 6.

Your hand dropped into your lap. You took a deep breath and forced a smile to your lips again.

The guy didn’t notice. He was still staring.

“You know, you’re not even reacting like someone in a relationship. Most girls would be texting their man to check in. You didn’t even look at your phone until just now.”

You held back the urge to laugh bitterly. Oh, you were checking in. He just didn’t know who was coming.

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The bell above the patio gate gave a delicate chime.

Sanzu was the first to walk in, his usual unhinged chaos hidden under a deceptively relaxed stroll. Tousled hair pulled into a messy half-knot, pale pink hoodie layered under a lightweight tactical jacket, his mismatched eyes scanned the patio like a hawk mid-hunt.

Beside him, Kokonoi walked with sharp elegance—black dress pants, a cream shirt with the sleeves rolled and unbuttoned just enough to hint at expensive chains beneath. His platinum blonde hair glinted under the sun, but there was nothing warm in his expression.

They saw you instantly.

You were sitting stiffly, shoulders curled in, smile frozen.

And the man beside you?

Still leaning in. Still talking.

Koko’s jaw locked.

Sanzu’s eyes narrowed.

Without a word, they crossed the patio.

You noticed them just as they approached your table—and the relief that washed over you nearly buckled your spine.

Sanzu walked up behind your chair like he’d been there the whole time. His hand slid over your shoulder, warm and grounding, and his voice dropped into your ear with an intimacy that made the hairs on the back of your neck rise:

“Hey, baby. You okay?”

The guy across from you blinked.

You melted instantly into Sanzu’s touch, turning your face slightly to press your cheek against his hand. “I am now.”

Sanzu leaned down and kissed the top of your head, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your shoulder.

Kokonoi didn’t say a word. He slid into the seat beside you, one arm resting lazily behind your chair as his fingers tapped once, twice, three times against the table.

“Mind introducing your… guest?”

You didn’t have to.

The guy looked between them—one, tattooed and smiling like a wolf. The other, pristine and cold, like a god of finance sent to end careers.

“I didn’t realize she was—” the man started.

“She told you,” Kokonoi interrupted coolly. “Several times.”

You nodded. “More than once. I even said I was uncomfortable. I told you to back off.”

“I was just being friendly,” he said defensively, laugh shaky. “I wasn’t being weird or anything—”

“You sat next to her uninvited, ignored her boundary, and kept running your mouth,” Sanzu said, still smiling. “That’s plenty weird to me.”

Kokonoi leaned forward just a little, resting his elbows on the table like he was discussing an investment. “Do you know who she belongs to?”

The man blinked. “What?”

“She’s ours,” Sanzu said simply, brushing a lock of your hair back. “All of ours.”

Your friend’s eyes widened. She’d heard rumors about your “boyfriend’s business.” But seeing it up close was something else entirely.

“W-Wait, you guys are… you’re Bonten—”

Koko smiled faintly. “Took you long enough.”

“I didn’t know!” the man said quickly. “I swear—if I’d known—”

Sanzu laughed once—sharp and humorless.

“That’s the point, genius. You shouldn’t have needed to.”

Then Sanzu stood fully and tilted his head.

“Now get the fuck out of her sight before I make it so you can’t see anything at all.”

The guy shoved back from the table, chair legs screeching, stumbling as he tried to get up. He didn’t say goodbye. He didn’t try to explain again. He didn’t even look at you. He just left.

Your hands were shaking again.

Sanzu noticed instantly and moved to crouch beside your chair, placing both his hands over yours.

“Hey. You’re safe now.”

You swallowed hard, throat tight. “I didn’t want to bother you guys…”

“You’re not a bother,” Kokonoi said immediately. “You texted us. That’s all we needed.”

“I tried to keep it casual, but he just wouldn’t leave—”

“You don’t have to justify it.” Sanzu’s voice turned unexpectedly soft. “You shouldn’t have to defend your own boundaries. Not to him. Not to anyone.”

You nodded slowly, still trying to blink away the pressure behind your eyes.

“I just wanted to have a nice day out…”

“And you still will,” Kokonoi said, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off his pants. “We’re staying.”

“Wait—you don’t have to—”

Sanzu slid into the seat beside you and grinned. “Too late. I already ordered a lavender latte on the way here. Might as well get something out of the trip.”

Your friend gave you an apologetic smile. “I… didn’t realize he was like that. I’m so sorry.”

You gave her a small, tired nod. “It’s okay. You didn’t know either.”

Kokonoi flagged down the waitress, who recognized him instantly. “We’ll be needing a new drink for her. That one’s probably ruined.”

“Coming right up,” the waitress said quickly, her eyes darting between the three of you.

When she left, Sanzu rested his cheek against your shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around your waist under the table.

“Next time, just take a picture of the guy and send it with the message,” he said casually. “Saves us time.”

You laughed for real that time. It came out cracked but honest.

“I’m serious,” he grinned. “We'll even make a little sticker collection: ‘Men Who Learned the Hard Way.’”

Kokonoi chuckled. “Sanzu…”

You turned to look at both of them and whispered, “Thank you.”

They each looked at you for a beat—then Koko spoke, quiet and firm.

“You’re not just our darling when things are calm. You’re our responsibility always.”

“And our princess,” Sanzu added. “Don’t forget that part.”

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By the time you were back home, the tension had finally started to ebb from your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how tightly you’d been wound until Sanzu kicked off his shoes and all but demanded:

“Up. Come on, arms out.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I’m putting you in pajamas,” he said without an ounce of irony. “The soft pink ones with the stupid little ribbon. Those are your comfort pair.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, letting Kokonoi take your bag and Sanzu pull you toward the bedroom like an overly affectionate golden retriever who happened to be heavily armed.

“Sit,” Koko said softly once you were in the bedroom. He handed you a glass of water and gently helped you peel off your jacket. “You were shaking the whole ride home. You’re allowed to feel upset.”

“I know. I just… hate that it got to me,” you whispered. “It’s so stupid.”

Kokonoi knelt in front of you, brows drawn. “It’s not stupid.”

Sanzu reappeared with your pajama set and dropped it dramatically across your lap. “What is stupid is that guy thinking we wouldn’t find out.”

“Or that he had a chance,” Koko added dryly, brushing a knuckle along your cheek.

You changed slowly, under their soft-eyed watch, and by the time Sanzu tucked the blanket around you on the couch, you finally allowed your body to relax. The boys were moving around you — Koko lighting one of your favorite scented candles, Sanzu bringing you a snack plate that looked like it belonged in a spa — all while they kept up a soft chatter to keep your mind distracted.

And when you finally curled up against Sanzu’s chest with Kokonoi sitting on the other side, brushing your hair back rhythmically?

You almost fell asleep.

Not because you were tired. But because this was what safety felt like.

___________________________________________________________________________

You’d fallen asleep for real by the time the rest of the boys got home. Curled up on the couch with your legs draped across Sanzu’s lap and your head resting on Kokonoi’s shoulder, a soft blanket pulled up to your chin.

Mikey was the first to walk in, quiet as ever, his gaze falling immediately to the trio on the couch.

“She okay?”

Kokonoi nodded slightly. “Better now. Some idiot tried bothering her while she was out today.”

Ran, who had just entered with a lollipop in his mouth, frowned. “What kind of bothering?”

“The kind where Sanzu almost broke a ceramic mug on his face,” Koko said mildly.

“Almost,” Sanzu added with a smirk.

Rindou’s face hardened. “Did she call for help?”

“She messaged the group chat. Koko and I were closest,” Sanzu replied, stroking your shin absently under the blanket. “She handled it well. Told him no. Told him again. He didn’t care.”

Mikey’s jaw clenched.

Kakucho came in last, and when he saw your peaceful face, something behind his eyes softened.

“She shouldn’t have to call anyone,” he murmured. “People should just know.”

Ran moved toward the couch, crouching in front of you and brushing a stray hair off your cheek. “You sleeping okay now, princess?”

You stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

Kokonoi gave a tiny nod. “Better than earlier. But… yeah. It shook her.”

“She said it made her feel gross,” Sanzu added more quietly, his tone darkening. “She kept trying to laugh it off, like she was overreacting.”

“She never overreacts,” Kakucho said sharply. “Especially not with us.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Mikey spoke. “Tomorrow morning, we handle it. The guy, his family, any employer he’s got. He won’t touch her world again.”

Rindou cracked his knuckles. “I want in.”

“You’re not the only one,” Ran added coolly.

“Let me be the one to speak to her when she wakes up,” Kakucho said, already moving to sit beside you at the other end of the couch. “She’ll want calm. I’ll tell her we’ve got it handled.”

“Good,” Mikey nodded.

Kokonoi stood and stretched. “For now, let’s keep it down. She deserves one quiet night.”

They stayed up with you in shifts after that — Ran brought you tea when you stirred from a light dream, Rindou tucked the blanket higher when you kicked it off. Mikey never said much, but every time you moved in your sleep, his eyes followed you.

Because even though you were fast asleep — you were still their darling.

And no one disrespected what Bonten loved.

___________________________________________________________________________

Morning light filtered through gauzy curtains, painting soft golden patterns across the couch where you stirred awake. It smelled like vanilla and clean linen, your blanket still tucked snugly around you. Someone had slipped a pillow under your head. A heavier warmth — familiar, solid — rested on your legs.

As you blinked away sleep, your eyes landed on Kakucho, quietly seated on the floor beside you, reading something on his phone. His eyes softened the second he noticed you.

“Good morning, princess,” he said, gentle and low. “Sleep okay?”

You nodded sleepily, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah. Better than yesterday.”

He shifted closer and placed his hand over your ankle, thumb brushing soothing circles. “I’m glad. You did really well yesterday. We’re all proud of you.”

“…For what?”

“For saying no. For calling us. For trusting us.” His voice grew firmer. “You don’t owe anyone politeness when you’re uncomfortable. But you still handled it calmly.”

Your chest ached a little — not from sadness, but from how deeply his words wrapped around your heart. Warm. Safe. Solid.

Before you could say anything else, footsteps padded in — barefoot, light.

Ran.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “She’s up?”

Kakucho nodded.

Then came Rindou, rubbing sleep from his eyes, followed by Kokonoi, already dressed like he had three business meetings and a yacht launch.

You blinked at them, a little overwhelmed. “All of you slept here?”

Kokonoi grinned. “Of course. We take shifts. You think we’d leave our darling alone after that?”

“And I made sure nobody talked too loud near your door,” Sanzu added, entering with a tray of pastries and two mugs. “Mikey banned noise, I enforced it.”

You smiled, soft and sleepy, as Sanzu placed a croissant in your hand and kissed your temple.

“Where is Mikey?” you asked.

“On the terrace,” Kakucho replied. “He didn’t want to crowd you right away.”

Just then, Mikey appeared — silent and unreadable as ever — but his fingers tangled into yours when he sat beside you. His head rested lightly against yours for a moment, his breath warm against your cheek.

“You’re safe,” he murmured. “And you always will be.”

You squeezed his hand. “Thank you. All of you.”

“We handled it,” Rindou said casually, popping a grape into his mouth.

“…The guy?”

They all exchanged a brief look.

Kokonoi leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. He won’t come near you. Or your friends. Or the street you were on.”

“He still breathing?” you asked half-joking.

Ran gave a lopsided smirk. “Breathing, yeah. Talking back to women? Not so much.”

Sanzu added with a sweet smile, “He’s learning respect. Quietly. Privately.”

You sighed — not with fear, but with relief.

“Good.”

Kakucho reached for the edge of the blanket you were still wrapped in, tugging it gently. “Now. Show us your hoodie?”

You blinked. “My…?”

“Crochet,” Mikey said quietly. “You’ve been working on it for weeks.”

“Yeah,” Kokonoi added. “We want to see what’s been stealing your attention from us.”

You laughed, suddenly bashful, and sat up to pull the carefully folded hoodie out from a nearby basket. It was soft lavender, stitched carefully with little star patterns and a white trim. The hood had floppy bunny ears — just like they remembered you mentioning you wanted.

You unfolded it across your lap.

“I haven’t finished the pockets yet,” you mumbled, brushing a thumb across the seam.

But the boys were already moving closer.

Ran whistled. “That’s actually adorable.”

“It’s more than adorable,” Kakucho said, touching the sleeve delicately. “It’s beautiful.”

“You made this?” Sanzu said like he couldn’t believe it. “With thread?”

“You should sell these,” Kokonoi muttered, already calculating in his head. “We could design a brand—”

“I’m not mass-producing them, Koko,” you giggled.

Rindou gently tugged one of the bunny ears and chuckled. “This is so you.”

“You could wear it today,” Mikey suggested. “Comfort looks good on you.”

You ducked your head, suddenly flustered by all the attention.

And just like that, one by one — they leaned in.

Ran kissed you first, slow and warm. A hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

Then Rindou followed, pressing a kiss right on the corner of your lips, a little smug.

Kokonoi kissed you on the lips too, careful and exact, like he was memorizing the taste of your smile.

Sanzu’s kiss came with a little hum, his hand holding your face gently like you were something rare.

Kakucho leaned in with reverence, like he wanted you to feel it long after he pulled away.

And Mikey… Mikey kissed you last, slow and silent, his eyes locked on yours the whole time.

When they finally gave you space to breathe, you were flushed and smiling, eyes wide with love.

“You guys didn’t have to—”

“We wanted to,” Sanzu interrupted. “You’re ours.”

“Our darling,” Ran added.

“Our princess,” Rindou grinned.

“Our only exception,” Kokonoi whispered.

Mikey leaned his forehead against yours again and closed his eyes.

“Just keep letting us protect you.”

___________________________________________________________________________

The sky was overcast, the city wrapped in a quiet tension that matched the pressure behind your eyes. You’d only wanted a break — a quick coffee run, a little walk, something normal. The weight of the past few days had started to creep up your spine again, and you thought maybe, just maybe, a moment alone would settle your nerves.

You stepped into the familiar café near Omotesando, the one with ivy curling over the back windows and a barista who always wrote a little heart on your cup.

What you didn’t know — what none of them expected — was that the café’s alley exit sat directly across from an old building Bonten had repurposed for “quiet” conversations.

And that today, Bonten wasn’t being quiet.

Inside the warehouse, Mikey sat at the head of the table, his legs crossed neatly, black gloves on.

Kakucho leaned against the far wall, watching the door.

Sanzu stood behind the mark — a sniveling middleman who thought double-crossing Bonten was a “smart pivot.” His lip bled. His hands shook.

Outside, Kokonoi was running comms, Ran and Rindou watching the alley from the side entrance, bored and amused.

Until they saw you.

___________________________________________________________________________

“Shit.” Rindou straightened, nearly knocking over his earpiece. “Koko. She’s here.”

Kokonoi froze mid-sentence. “What?”

“She’s in the f*cking alley. Just walked out the café back door. She’s—does she know?”

“She doesn’t,” Kokonoi muttered, eyes going wide. “She thought we were meeting uptown today.”

Inside, Sanzu raised a brow, voice dark with amusement. “Our princess has impeccable timing.”

Kakucho swore under his breath and headed straight for the door. But Mikey beat him to it.

No one saw him move — but suddenly he was gone from the head of the table, already heading toward the alley with a sharpness in his stride that screamed danger.

___________________________________________________________________________

You stepped into the alley with your drink, glancing down at your phone.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Then—

“(Y/N).”

The voice hit like a whip crack.

You looked up.

And your entire body froze.

Mikey stood less than ten feet away, half-shadowed by the building’s corner. His eyes — usually soft around you — were pitch black. Unreadable. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders tense.

“Mikey?” you breathed, confused. “What—?”

He crossed the distance in two strides, gripped your wrist — not rough, but tight — and pulled you close.

“Don’t look,” he said, voice cold. “Don’t turn around. Just stay with me.”

Your heart pounded.

“…What’s going on?”

“Job,” he muttered. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”

His tone was flat. Not angry — not yet. But there was something beneath the surface that made your stomach twist.

Rindou appeared next, jogging up behind you. “We’ve got eyes on the block. I’ll clear the route.”

“Take her to the car,” Mikey said.

“But I—”

“Now.”

You flinched.

Kakucho showed up just as Rindou was guiding you away, but not before you heard the door slam open behind you.

A scream. Muffled.

The sound scraped down your spine.

“What the hell are you doing in this part of town?” Kakucho asked lowly as he walked beside you.

“I didn’t know,” you whispered. “I just wanted to walk.”

You weren’t crying, but your hands were shaking. You kept thinking about that sound. That tone in Mikey’s voice. The way everyone had reacted like your presence there was a bomb no one knew was ticking.

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Back at Bonten Penthouse – That Night

You were curled up on the couch with your hoodie pulled over your hands. No crochet. No tea. Just silence.

The front door opened.

You looked up — and Mikey walked in, shoulders still tight under his jacket.

You stood slowly. “Hey.”

He stopped across from you, watching.

“I didn’t mean to be there,” you said first. “I had no idea. I was just—”

“I know,” he interrupted. Quiet. Calm. But cold.

“…Then why do you look at me like I betrayed something?”

He looked away for a beat. When he looked back, his eyes were raw.

“Because for five seconds, I thought something could happen to you. And that does something to me I can’t explain.”

You blinked.

Mikey took slow steps toward you, then pressed his forehead to yours. “I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad at the world for letting you get that close.”

“…It wasn’t your fault either.”

“I know that logically,” he murmured. “But Bonten’s job is to make sure no part of our world ever touches you.”

Your voice cracked, soft. “But I am part of your world.”

His hands gripped your waist. “Not that part.”

The front door opened again — Sanzu this time, followed by Kakucho and Koko. Ran and Rindou trailed in after.

“I want to apologize too,” Sanzu said, coming to your other side. “We were supposed to lock that street. It won’t happen again.”

“You scared me,” you admitted, your voice small. “Not just what I saw. You. Mikey. You looked like a stranger.”

Mikey flinched.

“I’m sorry,” he said, so quiet it almost didn’t reach you. “But if you had seen what was behind that door…”

“I didn’t want to. I just wanted a coffee.”

Kokonoi stepped forward, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Then next time you want a coffee, we’ll send a whole team with you. And we’ll buy the café, just to be sure.”

You couldn’t help a weak laugh.

Ran placed a kiss on the top of your head. “No more walking alone, princess. I’ll personally put a tracker in your shoe if I have to.”

Rindou muttered, “I’ve got one in her phone already.”

“…You do what?” you blinked.

Sanzu shrugged. “It’s Bonten. That’s romance, baby.”

They surrounded you on the couch after that — quiet, present, letting you sit in the middle with a soft blanket and warm silence. Nobody talked about the job again. Nobody mentioned the scream or the cold in Mikey’s eyes.

You were here. You were warm. You were safe.

And every single one of them made sure you'd never wander that close to danger again — not because they didn’t trust you…

…but because they couldn't survive the idea of losing you.

___________________________________________________________________________

The city outside was asleep.

So was everyone in the penthouse, you guessed — or at least pretending to be. After dinner, they'd gently scattered, one by one, all leaving you on the couch with soft reassurances.

Sanzu had kissed your temple and told you to call if you so much as twitched.

Kokonoi brought a blanket and some honey tea — “just in case,” he said.

Even Ran, who teased more than he comforted, gave you a rare little shoulder squeeze before disappearing into his room with a wink. “Don’t let Mikey sulk too long,” he muttered. “He’s worse than you.”

But it was Mikey who stayed.

He hadn’t left the living room. Not really.

You found him an hour later on the floor beside the glass balcony doors, sitting in the moonlight with his knees drawn up, arms resting over them. His expression unreadable.

“Mikey?” your voice was quiet, careful.

His eyes drifted over to you. Soft. Sad. Awake.

You padded over, blanket still around your shoulders, and stood in front of him for a moment before whispering, “...Can I sit with you?”

He nodded without hesitation and opened his arms.

You climbed into his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, and settled into the circle of his embrace. He shifted, gently tucking your blanket around you again, and leaned his cheek against your collarbone. It was so quiet, you could hear the faint rhythm of his breathing, the quiet sigh of traffic below.

“I’m okay now,” you whispered.

He didn’t answer at first. Just rubbed a slow, steady hand up and down your back. His other arm stayed snug around your waist, like he couldn’t afford to let you go.

“Are you?” he murmured finally, voice low, gravelly from fatigue.

You nodded. “It just… scared me. Not the job. You. I’ve never seen your eyes like that.”

Mikey tightened his arms slightly. “It’s not a part of me you should ever see.”

“I don’t want you to pretend around me, though,” you said softly. “Even when it’s ugly.”

He was quiet.

Then: “I don’t pretend. I protect.”

You swallowed. “...You don’t have to protect me from you, Mikey.”

That made him look up.

The moonlight kissed the edges of his pale hair, and his eyes — though tired, though heavy — shimmered like ink in water. You reached out and brushed your fingers through his bangs, gently moving them aside.

“I know you’ve done things,” you said. “I know there’s a side of you that’s colder. But you still hold my hand like it’s fragile glass. You still make my tea the way I like it. You still ask if I want an extra blanket. That’s still you.”

He didn’t say anything. But you felt him exhale — a deep, slow breath, like something was unclenching in his chest.

“I don’t know if I deserve that version of you,” he admitted. “The one that makes you feel safe.”

You pressed your forehead to his. “You do. And I want all of you, not just the part you think I can handle.”

For a while, he just held you.

You sat there in the dark, your head resting on his shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy circles into your back.

Eventually, he said, “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

You smiled against his neck. “Good. Neither do I.”

___________________________________________________________________________

You fell asleep in his arms, right there on the floor with the blanket wrapped around you both.

The others would find you in the morning — Mikey half-dozing, you curled in his lap, the city glowing faintly behind you. They’d smirk, tease, take a photo or two.

But not one of them would say a word too loud.

Because they knew: after everything today, this — you and him, safe and warm and breathing gently together — was sacred.

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goldengirliez · 1 year ago

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STEALING MIKEY'S KEYS SO HE'S LATE FOR A MEETING>>>>>

09:32 pm

I believe that intimacy is the new kind of pure love. Getting to know someone on a deeper level is something that goes beyond simple attachment, it goes beyond the simple but necessary need of validation.

Being intimate means getting on the same frequency level as a person and communicating effectively with each word, each action, and each stare.

Intimacy isn't something you only find under the sheets until sweat, tears and arousal dampen the mattress. Its true nature lies in between the actions of your everyday life, moments that don't need any kind of particular reason to happen and yet feel special because you are there, you are connected.

You have realised such a thing only briefly as the air is getting in and out of your lungs hectically, your breath coming short and irregular and the adrenaline rushing through your veins full speed with each pump of your vital muscle.

Your legs almost shake and your feet ache slightly, your eyes darting to the person in front of you with an excited and rebellious glimmer, the glint of life.

You've been running away from Mikey for the last ten minutes because you had taken the keys to his motorbike.

He has been spending every evening with Toman recently, not passing by your home to even say goodnight because the meetings always finish late at night.

You know that he always tries his best to make it up to you for the lost time with his ways of bringing your favourite sweets to school, taking you home and around the city with his bike whenever you need to, sending you a sweet message randomly throughout the day to check up on you, never missing the opportunity to hug you, kiss you or keeping you close when you pass by, and yet… You can't help but miss him more than anything.

You tried to talk to him about it but he prefers for you to not get too involved in his gang business: he fears your safety, not wanting hundreds of testosterone-filled guys to get close to his beloved.

You fear nothing when he's by your side but he still turns you down when you ask to come along with him: he has lost too many people he cared about for his good and he has no intention of putting you in danger even the slightest.

This had to change.

That's why you're preventing him from heading to the meeting of Toman until he makes up his mind.

“Y/N! I'm gonna be late, please, give me those darn keys back, goddamnit!!”

His voice spurts out desperately, short puffs of air coming out of his mouth as he tries to catch his breath: you're fast for fuck’s sake!

He is a bit pissed at you for acting this stubborn, sure, but he can't help the wide smile that plasters on his face the more he hears you laugh every time he can't catch you, every time you hide behind his motorbike and fool him by running in the opposite direction, almost tripping on your own feet.

That smile of yours, that light in your eyes is worth every spare minute of his life and the meeting can wait if that means he has the chance to see you this full of energetic playfulness.

You're both in the flowers of your youth and sometimes you forget that due to how harsh life experiences can be. Moments like these make up for the lost time.

As you raise your hand high and shake his keys, making them jingle as you do so, you can't help but feel overpowered by pride: having your super athletic boyfriend, the invincible Mikey whining out to you so he can get what he wants isn't an everyday occurrence (I mean– unless he's begging for sweets or your attention, of course). Maybe you could break him and he would finally let you come along in one of his meetings.

“Begging ain't gonna do shit, you gotta work for it, Mikey!”

Sprinting to the other side of the garden of his house, you can feel him sigh exasperatedly and follow you along as he mutters “If I catch you–" in between a breathy laugh.

The wind feels magical against your skin, the cool breeze of the night after a heated summer day gives you goosebumps and yet you feel hot all over; your blood pressure rising with each stride of your run is what keeps you going, laughing nonstop as you stare up the full moon over your head briefly, savouring such a moment that will surely become a core memory of yours.

As you hide behind his motorbike once again, Mikey stops a few feet away from you, the vehicle is the only thing separating your bodies.

“You’re a menace, y/n!”

You shrug at his words, rotating his keys on the tip of your index finger with a proud expression.

“I guess that dating a delinquent made the trick– eek!”

You can't even finish your sentence as Mikey takes a run-up and easily jumps over his CB250T and lands not so graciously on top of you, making you fall on the grass with a thud. The impact doesn't hurt that much though, not when Mikey put a hand behind your head right on time so you couldn't injure the slightest.

He couldn't resist the urge to bring you down and wipe off your face that shit-eating grin and see that cute pout your peachy lips make every time he catches you by surprise. He's a weak man, bear with him.

Pinning you down on the floor he takes away his keys from your hand and smiles toothly: his rosy cheeks and messy hair shine under the moonlight, his obsidian gems staring into your soul easily make you melt and your initial annoyance turns into an amused laugh. He's your angel, no matter what.

“Sorry, what were you saying about dating a delinquent?”

Rolling your eyes at his statement, your smile slowly fades when he gets off you and brushes some grass away from your shirt with his hand, before kissing the top of your head with the soft petals of his lips.

He was going to leave again and that thought screeches inside your brain. It doesn't sit well with you the fact that he's keeping you detached from a big aspect of his life… There's a strong gut feeling that tells you you shouldn't let it slide, you should insist on being part of this area of his life because, if you don't, something extremely bad will happen in the future.

And Mikey sees right through you, he always does, because he loves you and he is connected to your being in every way for respect and admiration.

He feels the intimate bond you two share, he can almost touch that connection, he can feel the burn of the red string that connects the two of you.

He can feel his bones ache under the weight of letting you drown away from him so sad and helpless and whenever he sees your angelic face darken out of worry and fear for him, for the both of you.

He knew why you took the keys away from him that day and he couldn't help finding it amusing and cute... but believe me when I say he's not blind and recognises the desperate attempt to have yourself near him for longer.

Mikey stands up from the ground and offers you his hand to stand up, his calloused hand brushes against your tender palm and holds in a strong and warm hold that doesn't flatter even when you're finally standing.

Staring down at your feet, your voice comes out in a whisper, a loving but pained one.

“Please, be careful Mik–”

“Hop on.”

Your head snaps up, your eyes searching for his out of confusion and then hope.

The two of you are intimate, you understand each other's worries and can feel them within your organs, you can feel each emotion run through your being and resonate like a magnetic wave from you to him and vice versa.

You two are flames that burn for love, with love: your glint should never flatter, you deserve to feel it alive and vibrating.

Mikey smiles at you as he puts his helmet on top of your head and secures it attentively.

“I'll keep you safe, pinkey promise”.

That's your man to you.

I have had this idea bouncing inside my head for a while now! I've been inspired by this post of the sweet @xsleepinggoodx.

I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it.

English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes!

Sending y'all hugs. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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reallyromealone · 8 months ago

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Part 3 to rindo x reader succubus where reader meets the rest of them and chaos once they see how innocent he is.

Title: dinners

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: bonten

Fic type: fluff, NSFW themes

Pairings: Rindō x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, demon au, smut themes

Notes:

Summary: bonten can't contain their curiosity and invites reader to dinner, Mikey finds he likes his new Omega pack mate

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Who knew Ran would take such a liking to his brother in law, doting on him and claiming him as the new baby sibling "sorry Rinny~ you got replaced!" Why? Why was (name) so beloved by the eldest?

Well the adorable Omega not only let him sleep in peace but also made him nice and cozy with blankets and even got him ear plugs "he's clearly exhausted, so I set him up a nice comfy napping spot in the guest room" (name) explained while working on his project, focused on getting a good grade "how was work?" (Name) Asked while letting Rindō pull him into a kiss, whining slightly before being freed "we got a good payout and we're going to dinner tomorrow night"

"Oh that sounds fun!"

"And I have the perfect outfit for you"

(Name) Looked confused while Rindō watched him connect the dots "I get to meet your friends?"

Friends was a strong word but Rindō wasn't going to correct his mate who seemed absolutely giddy at the concept "there's rules though" Rindō said seriously and kissed the Omega gently " you never leave Ran and my sides, you only talk this the people I introduce you to and whatever you do, don't piss off Mikey" (name) nodded quietly, taking in the rules his mate set for him "now show me what you're doin'" Rindō pulled (name) close, looking to see the work he did "my omegas smart..."

"It's been my dream to pursue this since I was a kid..." (Name) Mumbled, getting comfortable while he continued work "gonna need space for that stuff..." Rindō teased (name) who hummed before a heat settled in his lower abdomen and his hips twitched "already?" Rindō had a shit eating grin before pulling (name) into a kiss and pushing him down onto the couch and began kissing (name)s neck.

Four sessions the night before and 3 more before the dinner (name) was dressed in an expensive suit though Rindō would have loved to see him in a dress, mumbling something about easy acesss but (name) paid him no mind, just happy to meet his mates friends and have delicious food. (Name) Held onto Rindō while they walked into the expensive restaurant, full of glitz and lights and (name) felt incredibly out of place, before this he was just a broke university student half blooded Omega and now he was linking arms with one of the most notorious people apparently!

Keep calm, keep cool...

You're meeting your mates friends! You got this!

"There's my little in law!" Ran said happily and immediately squished (name)s face "ran we saw each other yesterday" (name)s voice was muffled slightly but the eldest Haitani just sighed dramatically "and what a long twenty four hours it's been!"

"Is this the unicorn?" A voice called out and (name) looked to see a white haired man with the bonten insignia tattooed to the side of his head "ah, Koko! Come meet my little in law!"

(Name) Looked to Rindō for assurance and the Alpha rubbed his hip, Koko holding a glass of wine "ah... You really picked a looker Rindō" Koko looked (name) up and down "hello! It's a pleasure to meet you!" (Name) Said happily, a large smile on his face and sunshine practically radiating off him causing Koko to pause for a moment, so accustomed to the succubi in their world. If it wasn't for Rindōs own scent on the little omega, Koko would have assumed human or even an angel "the pleasure is mine, little one" Koko kissed his hand and (name) just stared at the action unsure what to do but Rindōs eyes sharpened at the other alphas teasing and pulled (name) closer.

Walking into the private room, (name) was startled when everyone had horns and tails out, they were all demons? "You can transform as well, the restaurant is owned by us" Rindō whispered encouragingly to his mate, (name) biting his lip before tentatively revealing his tail and horns, a bit smaller than the average demon but it's to be expected from a half blood.

(Name) Felt a bit overwhelmed in a room full of alphas but the large blond one with a goatee offered him slight reassurance with a soft smile "Mikey and sanzu will be here soon" kakucho said calmly, sipping his drink.

Rindō watched as (name) made small talk, polite and sweet as he always was while giving kakucho and takeomi his undivided attention through a conversation and the demons weren't used to having conversations with a succubus that didn't involve one riding them... Though (name) had been riding Rindō only hours prior. "So what side of your family is human?" Koko loved finding information on people, especially sweeties like (name) who were all too willing to spill everything "my sires side!" He said easily "and your dam was a succubus?"

(Name) Nodded, sipping his drink when the doors opened and (name) locked eyes with pure obsidian eyes, before him was another Omega who seemed exhausted "there you are, boss" Ran teased but Mikey just stared at the other Omega in his space curiously, (name) equally locked on before giving a soft chirp to Mikey's satisfaction.

The alphas had no clue what was transpiring between the two, they didn't really understand omegas that well but Rindō decided not to ask at this point.

"So, what do you do (name)?" Takeomi asked while taking a puff of his cigarette and all eyes were on (name) who grinned "I'm in my third year of university!" He was radiating kindness and an innocence that shouldn't be possible in a demon let alone a succubus "I'm currently learning (study)! I feel like it would help a lot of people and maybe some animals"

How.

How did Rindō find this adorable creature!

Sanzu didn't care for people who were too nice, they were always hiding something and (name) was no exception to his suspicions but he held back, wanting to figure out the omegas angle. "How'd you two meet?" And now it was Rindōs turn to be suspicious of Sanzu, eyes sharpening at his question "ah... That's a bit... Uh" (name) grew flustered "he wouldn't properly feed from humans and went to steal energy though a kiss and here we are" Rindō explained quick and simple, hand on (name)s thigh while the food came in, (name)s eyes lighting up at the delicious foods and Mikey tilted his head at the other.

Mikey never showed his omega side, in his life that was dangerous but couldn't help but be curious to the newest Omega in his little pack, the little one immediately deferring to him in a subconscious level.

And anyone in the pack belonged to Mikey, it was just a fact.

"Come here" Mikey said simply and (name) tilted his head with a mouth full of food and stood, completely oblivious to Sanzus grin as thoughts flooded the pink haired man's head of what will happen to the Omega.

Standing before Mikey, the white haired man simply pinched the omegas cheeks with one hand and turned his head 'brothel? Sex trade?' sanzu was giddy "he gets to live with you but he's mine" Mikey said simply, (name) reminded him of someone special...

Rindō slow blinked but they knew what those words meant, it meant (name) was in Mikey's pack, the boss was still very hesitant with the Omega and would shoot him if he tried anything but (name) was very clearly harmless.

(Name) Made a confused sound but decided that this was just how Mikey made friends, heck yeah friendship.

The dinner continued on and (name) found the company of kakucho and Koko quite pleasant while he ate delicious food.

(Name) Was slumped over into Rindōs lap on the drive home, fast asleep white his tail swished subconsciously while the Alpha played with his (hair/nape) before looking at the omegas neck and frowned.

He needed a collar.

Rindō would have to work on that.

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your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag · 1 year ago

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HI thanks for the tag :)

ive been thinkin amanda young thoughts. a Lot lately. also. thigs quiz hurt me you want to be loved so badly you dont know that you already are . oh

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How do people perceive you?

Post your favourite person/character anything that you're obsessed over right now and do this quiz :)

Tagging: @chaoticspeedrun @honeysleepy @varcic @blankcreator @n0vatsu @bednbunfast

#tag game #mikey talks to the beloveds #i fear i am simply. full of love.

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whenmemorydies · 9 days ago

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Grace and shame

Carmy and Nat's reintroductions to their mother after years of tension, and in Carmy's case, no communication, were fraught. We saw this during 3x08 Ice Chips with Nat's labour which Donna featured heavily in, and then in 4x07 Bears at Tiff's wedding where Carmy is blindsided by his mother and rescued by Richie and Syd.

At the risk of stating the obvious, these types of relationships are hard. Growing up with an abusive parent is hard. Family violence, coercive control, emotional abuse: these things are often open secrets in the immediate and extended families where they play out. When you come from communities where large extended families are as much your family as your immediate family (like Carmy's, like Syd's like many non-white, non-WASP communities), the open secret can range to a huge network. Folks you don't even know might know about your parent's fucked behaviour. So for children who are caught up in the middle of it all, there can be immense trauma both from being subjected to their family's abuse but also from navigating a whole ass community that has views and thoughts on the situation. And of course, folks in the family who are struggling with mental health issues and/or addiction like Mikey, like Donna, like Papa Berzatto wherever the hell he is, also have their own shit to navigate in these larger networks - particularly if they are trying to make up for the harm they may have perpetrated. There is more than enough shame to go around in these situations.

So with this context, I wanted to look at how three particular characters - Pete, Syd and Claire - respond to Donna Berzatto and her attempts to reengage with her family and what their responses tell us about relationships on this show.

Pete

In 2x10 The Bear, Pete spots Donna smoking a cigarette outside of the restaurant during Friends and Family (FNF) night. She has not come inside and is reluctant to do so, despite my beloved trying his best to convince her, knowing that his love, Donna's daughter Nat, was hoping to see her.

Donna tells Pete,

Donna: I don't deserve to see how good this is. I want them to have this good thing. And I don't wanna hurt it.

Pete tries a bit more to get Donna inside the restaurant but she begs him to let her go and tell her that its okay that she leaves. He reluctantly obliges and then goes back inside. We next see him talking to Nat while holding back tears BECAUSE HE IS A LOVING ANGEL OF A MAN.

When Nat concedes that the odds were right and Donna didn't show for FNF, she and Pete have the following conversation:

Pete: I mean, you...you know, this isn't easy.

Nat: What isn't easy?

Pete: You know, its a lot of people, a lot of history. Its just a lot.

Nat: Yeah. Yeah, its...

Pete: I wouldn't hold it against her.

Nat: No?

Pete: Not this one.

In the convo above, Pete gives both Nat and Donna grace.

When I first saw this episode of The Bear, I teared up at this scene. Pete has seen up close how the ravages of Donna's poor mental health and alcohol abuse have impacted all three of the Berzatto children, particularly his partner. As an outsider who hasn't been subjected to her abuse in the same way as her kids or extended family who have been around longer, he also has the distance to objectively see that Donna's abuse hasn't sprung up out of a vacuum. That she too, is harbouring her own ghosts. But Pete is not preachy about the latter with Nat. He doesn't tell Nat to forgive her mother for all of her sins. I mean, how could he? He's in no position to.

What Pete does tell Nat is that he wouldn't hold Donna's absence on FNF against her - "not this one" he says. And that's because of the insight he's gotten from Donna in their conversation outside the restaurant as well as the fact that Donna's absence is comparatively low stakes when it comes to the spectrum of impact that her abuse has had in the past (i.e. no one's getting their walls knocked down by a car or having Donna threatening self harm in their face). Pete also gives his advice to Nat as a recommendation - something he would do. He's not telling Nat what she should do. Thats a call for her to make. Pete gives Nat the grace to feel however which way she needs to while saying his piece.

I'll say it before and I'll say again: I LOVE THIS EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT, KIND MAN.

Also notably, the harshest words I've ever heard Pete use about Donna to Nat - or anyone else - were about the timing of her phone calls in 4x08 Green lol.

Sydney

Sydney meets the Berzatto matriarch for the first time in 4x07 Bears. But prior to this, she'd already heard from multiple sources about how difficult life in the Berzatto house was for Carmy. Sydney knows, through Richie, that Carmy's eldest brother shot himself in the head (recall the hardware store convo between them in 1x02 Hands). She knows, through Carmy, that Mikey was an addict and that Carmy is attending Al-Anon meetings to navigate his emotions following the loss of his brother (recall their alley chat at the end of 1x03 Brigade). She knows, through Carmy, that his mother drove a car through the family house and that he perceives his family as "weird" and "fucked-up" (recall her, Marcus and Carmy discussing cannolis in 2x08 Bolognese).

Its with the above context that Syd goes into her chat with Donna in 4x07. Syd also witnesses the affect that Donna has on Carmy earlier at the wedding (recall Syd and Richie swooping in to save Carmy who is already in the throes of a panic attack when his mother finds him):

Note: Syd's unbroken eye contact with Carmy to ground him in place, out of the panic attack. Richie's hand on Carmy's shoulder and his gentle pat to Carmy's face to do the same. PHEW some days, the Big Three have my whole heart.

Sydney then has that work-family/family-family heart to heart with Donna. The convo, while full of smiling faces, complements, and Syd gushing about Carmy, was tense. You could see Donna's struggle to sit through it, to sit through hearing how wonderful her son is. We find out later in 4x09 Tonnato that this is because Donna is now coming to terms with the consequences that her abuse has had on her relationships with her kids. There is so much about Carmen, her youngest, that Donna does not know. There is so much that she has missed because of their estrangement and in her convo with Syd, she's now having some of the reality of her abuse mirrored back at her.

Syd was also visibly stressed in that conversation. Her smiles throughout were strained. You could also tell that she was making a concerted effort to keep Donna as regulated as possible (I know because I've pulled many of those smiles in my time, have spoken octaves above my usual register to keep things sweet and calm). Donna then leaves the conversation when it seems like hearing about Carmy from a stranger gets too much, and, like her interaction with Pete in 2x10, she asks Syd to cover for her. Syd then takes a long swig of her champagne because, well, she deserves it LOL.

Later, following wild scenes with that fucking table, Frank, Claire, Evie, Richie and the Faks, Sydney finds Carmy. As @yangsharperavery points out here, you can visibly see Carmy's body relax as Sydney draws near to him in this scene. Syd and Carmy then have the following convo:

Syd: She left.

Carmy: Thank God.

Syd: Okay.

Carmy: Was that...Its...It was okay?

Syd: Yeah. It was totally fine.

Carmy: Yeah?

Syd: Really. Yes, yes.

Carmy: Good.

Syd: Yeah. Um...I think it was hard or weird for her too, you know. Just everything, everybody.

Carmy: Yeah. No, I know. I'm trying to, you know, make some room for that. I'm trying to think about that.

Syd: Are you?

Carmy: I'm trying to, yeah.

We can see how Sydney's discussion with Carmy in 4x07 Bears mirrors that of Pete with Nat in 2x10 The Bear. Like Pete, Syd gives grace to Donna by acknowledging her struggle to be at another large family gathering ("I think it was hard or weird for her too [...] Just everything, everybody").

After cutting to and back from Claire, Frank and Richie trying to get Evie out from under a table (/gag me with this stupid ass stunt), we rejoin Carmy and Syd's convo:

Syd: Was it nice seeing her, or...

Carmy: I think so, I mean, I'm...I'm glad she seems okay, you know?

Syd: Yeah.

Carmy: Um...And thank you for...for talking to her.

Syd: No, its totally fine. I don't care. I think she just wanted to know how you were, you know.

In their brief dialogue, its evident that Carmy is concerned about how the conversation between Donna and Sydney went. This could be fuelled by one or both of two things:

Carmy's concern for Syd's wellbeing (given that he knows how caustic Donna can be, and how casually sexist and racist too - recall his mother's "so you...work for Carmy?" at Syd earlier in the ep); and/or

Carmy's shame and concern about how Syd might perceive him in light of his mother's behaviour.

Regardless of which of these is behind Carmy's anxiety over Donna, Syd gives him grace by acknowledging and respecting the existence of his fear ("She left" = 'she's gone, you can breathe now'). She also doesn't misrepresent her encounter with Donna to be something nefarious (which is what a few of the other guests at this wedding seem to be hanging out for - more on this soon) and reassures Carmy that his mother seemed to just want to know how he was doing. This appears to put Carmy at ease.

Later, Stevie joins the conversation and brings up Donna with Syd:

Stevie: I saw you met Donna.

Syd: Oh. Yes.

Stevie: Donna rules, right?

Carmy: *awkwardly smiles at the floor*

Syd: Uh, y-yeah, it was, you know...It was...it was an experience. *looks at Carmy* It was nice. It was fine. It was fine.

This "banter" from Stevie and others like Uncle Lee (recall his drivel in 2x06 Fishes) is what instils shame in domestic violence survivors and children of addicts. It does nothing to support the child who has gone through the violence or survived the chaos of their parent's addiction and who very likely has a complex relationship with the perpetrator by virtue of them being their primary caregiver. Stevie's sarcastic dig was small, petty bullshit. Carmy feels it too which is why his demeanour shifts to self-conscious in an instant.

Syd catches on and quickly cuts Stevie's baiting off as diplomatically as possible. I can only imagine what a relief this would have been for Carmy. I don't think we have met anyone in his circle do what Syd did when it comes to the spectre of Donna. She gave both Carmy and Donna grace and did not fall into the toxicity that the other Bears seem to regularly revel in.

Claire

Which brings us to Claire.

I know there's uproar in the fandom about how Dr Malpractice has been thrust into the plot this season and the concern around how she's been pitted against Syd. I get it, particularly in relation to the fucked racial optics of the whole exercise. But I think, as others have said on here, that her character is a narrative tool and a foil to Sydney's (which is why she's written so flatly - and I'd argue sinisterly - we're not supposed to be rooting for her). There are lots of examples of how this character has been written and acted that support what I and others are saying, including what I'm going to get into below...so humour me for a little while longer.

Recall early in 4x07, Claire and Stevie are supporting an anxious Frank who is worried about the number of Berzattos at his wedding:

Frank: What does this usually end up like?

Stevie and Claire: *obnoxiously chuckle*

Frank: What? Oh no.

Stevie: No, no, no. Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's...here's one way to look at it, its really fun.

Frank: Okay. Got it.

Stevie: Genuinely.

[...]

Claire: Its a lot of people with very specific and unique personalities that feel things very strongly. Feel things deeply, and experience life intensely.

Stevie: Intensely. Yeah.

Frank: So everything's gonna be just fine?

Stevie: It is gonna be fine.

Frank: You've been to these before, right?

Stevie: *enthusiastically* Every chance I get. Every chance I get.

In the above bit of dialogue, Claire and Stevie give no grace to the Berzattos. They actually laugh in relish of the disaster - the Fishes 2.0 - that they anticipate will happen at Tiff's wedding. Stevie talks about wanting to attend every Berzatto event he can, presumably so he can continue his morbid spectatorship.

Even Claire's attempt at trying to diplomatically rephrase Stevie's sarcastic characterisation falls short. She effectively just describes a group of people with pulses, (The Berzattos are people "who feel things deeply"? what's the alternative? oh wait...I know: replicants) but her particular phrasing (with its focus on big feelings, as opposed to rational thoughts) is how I suspect many WASPs (White Anglo-Saxon Protestants, for those who aren't familiar) view non-WASPs. We know how repressed and culturally bereft white folks who are part of the former group can be. Historically its this group that drove the British Empire and associated assimilationist policies in former colonies like Australia, Canada and America, including those that subsumed the Italian-American community into the category of "white" in America. Given this, its no surprise that WASPy Claire and Stevie get off on consuming The Berzattos, their complex history and trauma, to help fill their own personal and cultural voids.

Back to the wedding though...after Frank leaves the conversation, Claire and Stevie continue:

Stevie: I mean, what? *laughs* What other way...what other way is there to say it?

Claire: I think maybe we should've told him, like, the direct truth.

Stevie: That he's fucked?

Claire: I mean, maybe.

Stevie: There's no warning that can sum up what this is gonna be.

Claire: I know, but he's just, like, such a sweet soul.

Stevie: So was I.

Can we talk about how the WASPs in this scenario are self-describing themselves as "sweet" (read: "innocent") as compared to the "corrupted" Berzattos? The covert racism here is fucking gross.

And then Claire says about Stevie (but also about herself because its established that she is an adrenaline junkie):

Claire: But you're still here. You, like, want it.

Stevie: I do.

Claire: You get a high off of it.

Stevie: If they didn't bring it, I'd be a little heartbroken.

So we have more evidence of how Claire and Stevie treat The Berzatto family as entertainment. Trauma is to be consumed like so many cannolis. No grace is given to anyone here.

This pattern of behaviour continues with Claire's treatment of Carmy throughout the wedding, most pointedly when she mocks Carmy's anxiety associated with his family which she knows about and has witnessed (recall her telling him not to apologise for having a panic attack about the Christmas dinner in Fishes in 2x08 Bolognese). She does this in that scene under the table where all the adults share their fears. While Claire tries to convince Evie that everyone is scared, the following dialogue occurs:

Claire: I mean I'm scared all the time. So is Uncle Carmy. Right Carm?

Carmy: Oh yeah, I get scared.

Evie: You get scared, Carmy?

Carmy: Big time. I get really scared sometimes, yeah.

Claire: *in a mock serious voice* Yeah, honey, Carmy is very scared.

Carmy: Okay. [sighs in resignation]

Notice the difference in conjugation of "to be scared" between Carmy and Claire. Carmy says he gets scared which describes particular instances of fear and that he admits to experiencing. Claire says Carmy is scared - is very scared, actually - which describes Carmy as currently being in a perpetual state of extreme fear. This subtle difference and Molly Gordon's delivery of her line, reeks of mockery. Claire again, gives no grace to Carmy in this moment when its established she, of all people, should know how confronting being at the wedding was going to be for him. She also shames him for his anxiety. This was fucking gross and made it incredibly clear to me that the woman is not endgame for anyone (other than maybe Stevie? One of the Faks? Who cares). I mean she's also wearing a red dress like a walking red flag to drive the point home (notably, Syd and Pete have been sartorially signalled as equals as deliciously noted in @fairestbeard's meta and reblogs here).

Supportive partners

So...in summary: Pete and Syd are shown in 2x10 and 4x07 to do the quiet, consistent work of supporting each of the surviving Berzatto children through very stressful moments involving their mother, Donna. They do not shame children who have already gone through so much of it in their lifetimes. They give grace instead.

One might argue that Pete and Syd provide elevated comfort to both Nat and Carmy - a comfort that was subtextually described by Syd in 1x06 Ceres. This is in direct contrast to Claire who plainly tells us in 4x07 that she enjoys consuming the vibes down in the chaos:

#sydcarmy #the bear meta #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #pete katinsky #natalie berzatto #anti claire bear

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zorrasucia · 1 year ago

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this mess was yours (now your mess is mine) - Part 1

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Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (6.4k)

Tags: Smut, Set two(ish) years before the present aka the New York years, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy (my beloved), Mutual Masturbation, P in V Sex, Thigh Riding, Handjob, Fingering, Oral Sex (F receiving), Friends with Benefits, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary: Carmy is your front door neighbor. You fall head first into a friends with benefits situationship. What could possibly go wrong?

"You know, I had never met someone so committed to ghosting. Leaving the city... That's a whole other level," you said, the words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Not as bitter as the sight of Carmy, though. He looked beautiful still, eyes wide with surprise and face red with embarrassment. You were in the alley behind the restaurant, where he had dragged you away from the staff mumbling something about "an old friend from New York."

"I've been uh-" his hands were fiddling with a spoon somewhat manically.

"I know," you interrupted. "I read your spread in Food and Wine. I was at the dentist and they had the magazine. Imagine my surprise when I saw that my neighbor, sorry, ex neighbor and ex friend with benefits, was the main story of a culinary magazine."

You were being melodramatic, you knew. But you had earned it. It had been months, fucking months, and not a word - he could be dead for all you knew.

"I told you I was a chef," he said sheepishly.

"Fuck you, Carmy."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's fair," he admitted with a deep sigh. "Do you, uh, wanna talk?"

"Yes."

2 years earlier

The elevator of your shitty, overpriced building was out of order for the third time this year. Fuck. As you climbed up the stairs you started hearing someone on the phone, his voice gruff.

"Sugar called. She is worried about the restaurant, she's worried about you..."

As you got closer you started to make out the voice on the other side of the phone, rougher, defensive, and very loud.

"My baby brother is worried about me? Well, fuck me. I must be a real goddamn mess, huh?"

"Don't be like that, Mikey. If you need me to come back, just fucking say it."

It was your front door neighbor, you realized. He was leaning on the wall by his door, rummaging through his backpack, his face scrunched up and red.

"Don't bother coming over, hot shot, everything's under control," the voice on the phone said, a little condescending.

"That your stupid little brother? Tell him to go fuck himself, will you, Mike?" a second voice chimed in, followed by the defeaning sound of a hundred knives and forks falling to the ground. "Fuck me!"

And the line went silent. You stood awkwardly, hand on your doorknob, waiting. You glanced at your neighbor and found his gaze vacant as he stood in front of his apartment door, keys in hand, standing still. He honestly looked on the edge of a meltdown and your heart ached for him.

"It's Carmy, right?"

Your voice woke him up from his daydream - probably more like day-nightmare.

"Yeah. Hi," he managed, absent. He was still fiddling with his keys.

"No offense but you look like shit," you said and it made him huff half a laugh - he looked pretty when he smiled. "Wanna come in for a drink?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure," Carmy replied and followed you inside the apartment.

"So what do you want?" you asked, head inside the fridge. "I have beer-"

"Actually, uh, I don't drink," Carmy said like he had just remembered.

"Oh, so coffee? It's a little late but I think I have decaf somewhere..." you offered gently, moving towards the pantry.

'It's- never mind," he said, looking conflicted, walking backwards, to the door. "I just didn't want to be alone tonight," he winced and your heart skipped a beat. "That sounded awful. Sorry, I- uh- I'll leave."

"It's okay," you said, a shy smile curving your lips. "I've been trying to hit on you for months so it's more than okay."

"Oh!" Carmy froze, eyebrows arched, stunned.

"Yeah," you looked down at the floor, face flushed. "Gave up for a minute there. Thought you had a girlfriend or boyfriend so I-"

"No, there's nobody," he rushed to say. "I'm just busy."

"Workaholic?" you guessed.

"Yeah," he admitted.

You moved towards him, slow, Carmy's blue eyes following the movement of your hips. You stood right in front of him, one hand raising to touch his arm, up his shoulder and then holding his face.

He blurted: "You're pretty."

"You're cute too," you replied, smiling.

You leaned forward and kissed him. Carmy returned the kiss, gentle, soft, your hands tangling in his hair. You parted for a second, eyes searching his, finding him flushed. It was only a second of hesitation before he grabbed your waist and pulled you close, kissing hungrily, his tongue touching yours, holding you tight like you were a lifeline - like he needed this as much as you did.

"Bedroom?" you asked breathily the moment he started kissing your neck.

He nodded and pushed you gently past the kitchen. It was a good thing he had a vague idea where it was.

You hit the edge of the mattress and leaned backwards, dragging him into bed with you, opening your legs to let him settle there. He kept kissing your jaw and collarbone, tickling your skin with his curls, humming while you raked your nails through his scalp. Suddenly, his hands moved from holding your waist to squeezing your ass; you tugged at his hair in surprise and Carmy let out a sound between a yelp and a moan. It made you melt and giggle, bringing him closer still.

Your hands moved down, tickling as they reached the hem of his shirt; Carmy sat up and removed it, desperate.

"Fuck," you muttered, your fingers tracing the lines and planes of his torso for a moment. He was gorgeous.

It had gotten way too hot inside the room and his touch was making you dizzy, so you got rid of your shirt too, a plain beige bra underneath. His fingers traced the edges of the cups, leaving goosebumps on your skin, making you sigh with pleasure. It wasn't enough, though.

"Wait," you gasped and he froze immediately.

"You alright?" he asked, looking up, like he was scared he had done something wrong.

You cupped his face gently. "I'm just taking it off," you giggled, letting go of his face to open the clasp and tug it down. "This isn't even a nice one," you lamented, thinking of a dark lace ensemble, used only once and with someone less enthusiastic about you than Carmy. Still, his eyes became impossibly wide once your bra was off.

"Shit," Carmy whispered, burying his face in the valley between your breasts, eager, leaving kisses everywhere, carefully sucking on your nipples. You arched your back and held him tighter, urging him to get closer - you wished he was a little rougher but the tender way that he was going about things was nice. You felt cared for.

Your hands went down his stomach, fingers hooking in his belt loops, tugging with need. He stopped for a moment, looking straight into your eyes.

"Do you want me to-?" he hesitated.

"We can just keep making out but I'd like you to fuck me," you said plainly. "If you want."

He nodded, dazed. "Yeah. I think I'd like that."

You tugged at his trousers, fighting with the belt buckle for a moment in your haste.

"Hold on. Let me," he said, getting rid of his slacks while you took both your jeans and underwear off at once. He gave you a wide eyed stare as he finally threw his boxer briefs carelessly to the floor.

The atmosphere was charged as you laid down facing each other.

Almost as if to break the tension, one of your hands reached out for his cock, caressing it, making him groan.

"So soft," you mumbled.

He rushed to touch you too, cupping your pussy. His fingers were shaking a little, which gave you pause. You touched his wrist, rubbing your thumb on his tattooed skin. He looked at you.

"Sorry, I'm uh-"

"Nervous?" you prompted and he nodded. "Yeah, same. I've had a dry spell of... Almost eight months. You?"

"Years," he said, clearing his throat.

"Fuck. That's tough," you said with a sympathetic smile, your hand letting go of his cock to caress his shoulder blade instead, reassuring. "How are you at following directions?"

"Honestly, pretty fucking great," he said with a nervous chuckle.

"We can work with that."

You grabbed his right hand, and took his middle finger in your mouth, sucking on it thoroughly, a shiver running down Carmy's spine. You guided his hand back between your folds, dragging it up the length of your cunt until the tip of his finger was right on your clit. You closed your eyes in pleasure, his long, calloused fingers feeling delicious on you.

"There," you said breathily.

"How?" Carmy asked.

"Circles."

Your eyes fluttered once he started moving, slow and feathery. Your hand caressed the head of his cock and the sudden touch made Carmy's hand stutter and then stop completely.

"You first," he mumbled, taking your hand and placing it on his chest instead.

"A gentleman," you joked breathily, tracing one of his tattoos with the tip of your nail. You were getting flustered again now that his finger was moving faster. "A little to your right... Fuck, that feels good, Carmy."

He offered you a wicked smile in return.

"Faster?" he asked.

You nodded, biting your lower lip.

"Keep doing it just like that. Don't change a fucking thing," you pleaded, moving closer, your leg over his hip to give him more access, holding tight to his shoulders. "Fuck, your hands! So good, so good, so good," you mumbled nonsensically into his ear and Carmy smiled wide. You started kissing him frantically, getting closer and closer. "Oh!"

You stiffened in his hold, legs shaking a little, and a long moan leaving your lips. His finger was still moving, helping you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"You okay?" he asked after a minute.

"Yeah," you sighed, and leaned to kiss him, all tongue, lust drunk. "Thank you."

Your hand reached for his cock, finding it achingly hard, Carmy's eyes rolled back at the touch. He moaned. There was a lot of precum on his tip. Was all that from just hearing and seeing you?

"I'll probably fucking embarrass myself but I really wanna be inside you," Carmy managed breathily.

You smiled and grabbed a condom from your bedside table.

"Do you want me to put it on?" you asked when you saw him hesitate to take it out.

"Go ahead," he watched your hands roll the condom on, eyes wide as you held him. "Fuck."

He grabbed your leg and hoisted it back over his hip. "This okay?"

"Yeah," you sighed, guiding his cock inside you with one hand and holding his arm with the other. "I know it's been a while so don't worry if you don't last," you said.

Did you want Carmy to fuck you hard and long? Yes. But you were reasonable.

He nodded sheepishly, moving gently until he was completely buried inside you.

"Fuck, you're so warm," Carmy said, eyes closed in concentration. "So tight."

You chuckled against the side of his face, flushed and hot.

"You feel amazing too," you said, the stretch of your pussy delicious and satisfying. You kissed his temple and his cheek, already a little sweaty and salty. "You can move now."

He didn't need to be told twice. The slam of his hips was frantic from the beginning, feral sounds coming from his chest, it was exactly what you needed. You realized Carmy was probably working his shit out while fucking you but it didn't feel like he was using you at all. He was completely present: his eyes on your face, his mouth on your skin, and his hands caressing you.

"Are you good?" he asked.

"So fucking good," you replied, your recent orgasm leaving you sensitive and electrified. "You're already lasting longer than I thought you would," you said with a giggle.

"Fuck off," he said lightly.

Suddenly, you went back to the third or fourth time you had seen Carmy, crossing paths in the staircase, the primal part of your brain fantasizing about what it would be like to have sex with him, you on top, his strong hands holding your hips possessively. If this was a one time thing, you should make the most of it, right?

"Can I-? Fuck. Will you let me ride you, Carmy?" you said.

His pupils dilated with desire. "Yes. Fuck," he blurted out, rolling over almost immediately.

You settled on his hips, the angle doing wonders for you - his tip brushed your G spot and your clit touched the hair at the base of his cock.

"Fuck."

You took his hands and placed them over your hips, while you pressed your palms to his sculpted chest.

"You're so fucking hot. It's ridiculous," you said, wild with need. It made him blush down to his collarbones.

You kept your eyes on his as you lifted your hips, then sat back down on him.

"Holy shit," he gasped.

"Yeah?" you checked in.

"Yeah. Keep going," he pleaded.

And you did. You started building an undulating rhythm, Carmy's mouth was open and his brows were furrowed. His blue eyes took you in completely: the bounce of your breasts, the curve of your stomach, the way your torso arched with every stroke. His hands moved upwards, cupping your breasts, thumbing your nipples, unconsciously making you go faster and squeeze your cunt around his cock.

"Please," Carmy keened.

You felt him struggle, he was close.

"Hold on just a little bit," you whispered. "I'll make it good for you, Carmy."

He nodded, red in the face.

You began riding him hard and fast, the bed squeaking underneath you.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned. "Fuck, shit, Jesus Christ..."

You went faster and faster until the string of curses leaving his lips became completely unintelligible and his body tensed underneath you.

"Come on," you leaned forward, your hair caressing his chest and your lips grazing his cheek. "Let go."

He came with a series of guttural groans, holding you tight as your hips kept moving, rutting into his, chasing the last remnants of pleasure you both could get.

He let out a long exhale and you dismounted, your thighs shaking at the effort.

"You okay?" he asked. He looked slightly embarrassed as he took off the condom and tied it up.

"Just a little sore," you reassured him, settling next to him on the mattress.

His hand caressed your thigh, trying to soothe the ache in some small way - the gesture made you melt inside a little. You ran your fingers through his hair, his face was sweaty and beautiful.

"What do you do for a living?" you asked.

"I'm a chef," Carmy replied simply.

"Huh. I would have guessed tattoo artist," you said honestly, a finger tracing the ink on his forearm.

"I get that," he gave you a soft smile. "You?"

"I work at a bookstore."

"Makes sense," he hummed, eyeing the packed bookshelves in your room and the small piles of books on your bedside table. You stayed in silence for a while, just caressing each other, his fingers tracing pictures on your thighs. "That was amazing," he said.

"Yeah," you agreed, giddy. Your orgasm must have given you courage because you heard yourself saying: "Wanna do it again sometime?"

Carmy turned to look at you, slightly alarmed, like everything that had happened was a dream and he was suddenly awake. For a second, you were scared that he would bolt out of your bed and your apartment.

"I'm not good with relationships," he said in the end.

"Oh! No, I meant the sex bit," you smiled. "I'm not looking for a relationship either."

You weren't. Your life was enough of a fucking mess without some guy that could upend it by cheating on you or knocking you up.

"Hey, no need to say yes. I'm a big girl, I can take no for an answer," you reassured him.

He rolled over and kissed you hard.

"Yes, I want to do this again."

Carmy had left without waking you the morning after you fucked, scribbling a note on a napkin: "Early morning at the restaurant. See you soon? C."

You didn't see him for a few days though, not even a glimpse as you crossed each other in the hallway, but you hadn't stopped thinking about him - his hands, his eyes, the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you... You thought about him while you touched yourself late that following night, gasping his name as you came.

It was a relief then to see him about to knock on your door two nights later, takeaway container in hand, as you climbed up the stairs.

"Carmy," you said fondly.

"Oh!" He turned with wide eyes. "I just wanted to- Would you like to come over for some food?"

You beamed. "Did you make it?"

"Sort of," he shrugged. "It's- uh- leftovers from the restaurant. They're good though."

"Well, how can I say no to leftovers?" you teased and followed him inside his apartment.

It was the same floor plan as yours, only mirrored, and with less stuff - a lot less.

"You sure you live here?" you asked, eyeing the empty, stark rooms.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "I don't spend much time in it, though."

Carmy warmed up the food and placed it carefully on two plates, it looked like he was making an effort to be casual about it.

"What kind of restaurant do you work in?" you asked as he handed you a plate. "It smells delicious, by the way."

"Uh, fine dining," he said absently, guiding you to the couch. "You like risotto? Didn't think to ask, sorry."

"It's okay," you shrugged, taking a forkful and almost immediately moaning in delight. "Shut the fuck up! You made this?"

Carmy blushed and looked down. "We never do portions this big but I figured you'd be hungry," he said.

"You thought correctly," you said, swaying a little from how good the food was. It made him give you an endeared look. "Thank you."

"It's nothing," he insisted.

You kept eating in comfortable silence.

"Truly one of the best meals I've had," you said earnestly once you were finished.

Carmy took your clean plate and his half finished one to the kitchen, coming back to sit beside you.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Fine," you said, half turning in your seat to take a good look at him. "Sales wise it was shit, according to my manager, but one little girl told me I was cool, so..."

He smiled wide. "Did she get anything?"

"Well, she wanted a book on planets and space. Her parents wanted to buy her an encyclopedia of some sort. It was for kids but still..." you scrunched your nose. "It took some convincing but her parents finally caved in."

"I think she was right," he said softly.

"Mmm?"

"I think you're pretty cool," he said, leaning over to kiss you.

It was gentle, measured, lovely.

"And you?" you asked when you parted. "How was your day?"

Something dark clouded over Carmy's face. "Let's not talk about my day," he rasped and then kissed you hard.

It was wild, hungry, needy.

You scooted closer to Carmy, running your fingers through his hair, humming in pleasure as his tongue touched yours. The angle was weird, and so you climbed over the couch, aiming to straddle his hips but settling on his thigh by accident. He bit on your lower lip and you moaned into his mouth.

"Fuck, Carmy," you blurted out.

His lips started kissing the length of your neck, down your collarbone, over your shirt. You took the hint and took your shirt off, proud that your bra was a little nicer than last time.

"Shit," he mumbled, kissing your breasts, up the cup, and through the lace.

You started grinding on his clothed thigh to relieve the ache between your legs, moaning every few thrusts.

"Is that good?" he asked breathily.

"Yeah," you sighed.

You could feel every seam of your jeans against his muscled thigh. If you weren't so horny, maybe you would feel a little embarrassed about dry humping your neighbor like a fucking teenager but Carmy didn't seem to mind - if anything, he seemed to like it. He held tight to your hips and angled his leg upward so that it would rub against your crotch easier, his eyes marveling at the way your body moved.

"You look so fucking hot," he mumbled into your skin. "Been thinking about you for days... About fucking you again... Making you feel good..."

You had always been a sucker for praise and there was something about Carmy saying nice things on that dirty tone that made you melt.

"Yeah?" you held his face, tilting it so he could look at you. "I've been touching myself thinking of you. Been making myself come thinking of your fingers on my clit and your cock inside me."

"Fuck," he uttered, mouth agape. After a moment of just staring at you, he surged forward and kissed you, mouth open, passionate. The crotch of your jeans was soaked with your arousal, wetting Carmy's slacks too. His hands on your hips urged you to go faster, to get your release.

"Close?" he asked.

You moaned needily into his mouth as a response.

Carmy slid the straps of your bra downwards,

not bothering to open it, and he took one of your nipples in his mouth and the other between his fingers.

"Shit! Fuck!" you cursed, the tightness in your belly snapping while you kept grinding on Carmy's thigh. He left soft kisses on the skin of your chest and caressed your waist while you came down from your high.

"So hot," he mumbled. "So fucking hot."

You giggled, and caressed his face not knowing what to say. You moved to straddle him properly, eager to feel his hardness against your core. He groaned.

"Do you wanna fuck me?" you asked flirtatiously, your palm touching right over his erection.

Carmy rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I do," he panted. "Fuck."

You leaned downward, kissing the side of his neck and face. "Where do you keep your condoms?"

He froze.

"Shit."

You sat back, an incredulous look on your face.

"Carmy, really?"

He was flushed with embarrassment. "Even if I had one, it would be expired."

"I'll go get one from my apartment," you said. When you tried to get up, his strong hands kept your hips in place.

"Stay," he pleaded.

"Carmy, you're cute as fuck but no," you declared, rearranging the straps of your bra. "It's just across the hall."

"Wait, wait. I didn't mean we should do it without-" he searched for your gaze. "I meant I don't want you to leave, that's all. We don't have to do anything tonight."

"Oh."

"Yeah," he exhaled, arching his neck to kiss you sweetly.

You giggled. "Next time I come over there better condoms."

"Definitely," he agreed.

You kept making out for a while, his calloused hands tracing pictures on your back, and his tongue touching yours gently. You moved forward a little and pressed on his erection accidentally. He let out a loud groan.

"Sorry," you apologized. "There's something we can do," you said softly, undoing his belt and the buttons of his slacks. "Can I touch you?"

"Yes."

You took his cock in your hand, spreading his precum down the length of it. Your other hand went inside your jeans, gathering arousal to use as lube. Carmy shivered underneath you.

"What do you like?" you asked, pumping his cock slowly, watching Carmy's chest move quicker as you did.

"The tip, with your thumb," he managed. You did as he asked, swiping over his slit, once. He nodded, biting his lip. "Yeah, when I'm close I do that. And just fast. I like it fast."

"Would you let me start slow, though?"

He smiled, running a hand through his messed up hair. "Yeah."

You tortured him a little, to be honest.

You caressed every ridge and vein on his cock, lovingly, slowly, and you kissed his lips through it, swallowing his moans.

"Fuck, it never feels this way," he praised. "So good."

"I'm going to go faster now, the way you like it, okay?"

He nodded desperately. "Please."

You pumped him as fast as you could, watching him become a mess under you, rolling his eyes and shaking.

"Fuck, I'm close," he keened.

You kept on that frantic rhythm with one hand and caressed his head with the other, like he told you. In seconds he was coming all over your hand and forearm, some droplets falling on your belly and chest. You were a goddamn mess but so was Carmy - his eyes unfocused and an absent smile on his face.

"Good?" you asked proudly.

"Tremendous," he chuckled and moved to kiss you holding you tight to his body.

"Careful, I've got- uh-" you giggled, gesturing at the stripes of cum all over your right side.

"Fuck, didn't think about that, wait."

He took his shirt off and wiped you clean with it, kissing you deeply once he was done. He dragged you to lie on the couch with him.

"Sorry about the mess," he apologized.

"Sex is messy," you shrugged.

"Guess I don't have much experience on the subject," Carmy said absently.

"I find it hard to believe with the way you look," you flirted, caressing the muscles of his arm.

"What if- uh- what if I told you you are my first?" he said.

"As in the first person you had sex with?" you confirmed.

He nodded.

"I'd find it even harder to believe," you said, tracing the contours of his face with your finger, the arch of his nose. "But I'd thank you for telling me."

Carmy smiled with relief and kissed you again.

"Can I ask you something?" he said softly.

"Sure."

"When you came thinking of me, what were you doing?"

You blushed and covered your face, the reality of what you had said hitting just now.

"Uh," you hesitated, "well, I was fucking my fingers."

"Would you show me?"

You turned to look at him, his eyes were dark and dead serious.

"Fuck, Carmy," you exhaled. "I thought you were wiped out and this was your idea of pillow talk."

"Oh, I'm wiped the fuck out," he agreed. "It just seems like you aren't," he added with a smile.

You smirked. "Alright."

With your eyes on his, you unbuttoned your jeans and dragged them down your legs along with your underwear, both still wet with your arousal. You opened your legs, one dangling over the edge of the couch and the other pressed against Carmy's body. His hand hooked under the bend of your knee, holding you, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. You shivered.

Carmy's eyes followed your hand as it rested on your mound, your middle and ring fingers going easily inside your cunt with how wet you were.

"Fuck," he said, entranced, watching your fingers go in, knuckle by knuckle.

You arched your back and moaned. Every feeling was heightened by having Carmy watch you. You started curling your fingers inside you, brushing your G spot, gasping. Then, you began thrusting your fingers in and out, your hips chasing the feeling too. Before you could get too carried away, Carmy touched your arm, his fingers closing on the wrist that was giving you pleasure.

"Can I?" he asked.

"Yes," you panted, your cunt clenching at the thought of his calloused hands.

You took your fingers out with a wince. His middle finger traced the contour of your clit, making you shiver and giggle nervously.

"Tell me if I'm fucking up," he said shyly.

"Yes." You kissed the side of his face, encouraging him as his index poked at your entrance. "Little lower. Yes."

He had no trouble fitting in one finger with how wet you were. The second one was a tighter fit.

"Slow, slow," you instructed him, humming with pleasure at the stretch, grabbing at his bicep once every knuckle was inside you. "Fuck..."

He curled his fingers inside you, caressing your walls gently. You let out a loud moan when he touched your G spot.

"Oh! Is that-?" he asked. "It feels different."

"Yeah," you whined because he stopped. "Keep going, Carmy, please."

"Right, right, sorry," he chuckled and continued, his long fingers reaching the depths of you, growing more confident and bolder in their movements.

One of your hands was leaving crescent moon imprints on his bicep - your nails digging in his flesh as your pleasure grew.

"My clit, touch my clit, please," you begged and he rushed to press his thumb on it, circling it, your body responding immediately, arching and clenching.

When you opened your eyes, something proud was coloring Carmy's features.

"Keep going, you're doing so good, making me feel so fucking good, Carmy," you mumbled, burying your face in his neck, panting. Your words made him go faster and a little rougher. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come."

Your voice was so whiny you didn't recognize it but you couldn't concentrate on that, not when Carmy was three knuckles deep inside you, hitting your G spot with every stroke, breathing hard against your skin.

"Are you gonna think about this the next time you touch yourself?" he rasped and you unraveled, seeing stars while you rutted against his hand, drowning your moans on his shoulder, grabbing the cushions of his couch like they were the only thing keeping you grounded.

"You okay?" Carmy asked after what felt like a long time, though probably it only was a couple of minutes. Your cunt was still throbbing deliciously around his fingers.

"I'm perfect," you sighed, grabbing his face for a messy kiss.

"Wiped out?" he asked.

"Not sure I'll be able to walk back to my apartment actually," you giggled, eyes half lidded. "You are truly incredible at following instructions," you teased.

"Told you," he played along, kissing your shoulder gently as he took out his fingers. "You can sleep over if you want," he offered.

"Nah, I need to take a shower," you sighed, a little sad that you had to get rid of the smell of Carmy and sex. You grabbed your shirt and underwear from the floor. "I'll sleep here next time," you promised.

"Next time?" Carmy asked, watching you get up and get dressed.

"Yeah, next time," you insisted flirtatiously. "When you buy condoms."

He laughed.

You leaned downward to kiss him sweetly.

"Thank you. It was good, so good," you said earnestly.

"Fuck. You were amazing too," he replied.

You walked to the door. "Good night, Carmy."

"Good night."

You were brushing your hair in front of the bathroom mirror, fresh out of the shower, warm and relieved after a long day. An insistent knock on your door made you roll your eyes in irritation.

"Who is it?"

"Carmy!"

Your heart raced a little and you smiled. You opened the door and sure enough, there he was, disheveled and beautiful, wrapped up in his wool coat.

"Hello," you said with a shy smile.

"Didn't mean to interrupt," Carmy said, gesturing vaguely at your wet hair and bathrobe. You rearranged it and he blushed a little - which was terribly endearing considering he had seen your pussy up close not even a week ago.

"You're not interrupting anything," you replied. Before you could stop yourself, your hand reached out and touched his cheek, red from the cold. "You're freezing. Want to come in? I can make us some tea."

"Yeah, that would be nice," he walked in behind you, toed off his shoes, left his coat on the couch, and followed you inside the kitchen.

"Chamomile?"

"Sure."

You went through the preparations in silence, there was a sigh of relief once he grabbed the mug you were offering and held it between his hands.

"You okay?" you asked, leaning on the counter and taking a sip of your tea. "Bad day?"

"Always," Carmy replied and some part of you knew he wasn't joking.

"I'm sorry," you said softly. "Is it really that bad inside a kitchen?"

"Whatever you're imagining, it's ten times worse," he rasped. "Twenty if you have an asshole for a boss."

"And do you?"

"Oh, yeah. The worst," he took a big gulp of tea - you were almost certain he had burnt his tongue with it.

"Then why do you do it?" you tilted your head, searching for his eyes.

"It's- It's- " he hesitated. "It's everything. It's a way of communicating, it's taking care of other people, it's beautiful and complex..."

"And you love it," you concluded.

"I do. Yeah," Carmy ended with a heavy sigh.

"Wait here," you said, handing him your mug, padding to your bedroom and coming back with a coffee table book. "Here," you exchanged your mug for the hardcover and sat on the counter.

Carmy took it and looked at it carefully. It was a book on fine dining - pages and pages of beautifully plated dishes from different restaurants in Europe.

"This is so cool," he flipped through the pages. "I worked here," he said, beaming.

"Did you learn how to make that dish?" you asked.

"Yeah, must have the recipe somewhere... Thanks for showing me this," he said after a while, taking the book and handing it back to you.

You shook your head. "That's yours."

"I can't take it," Carmy refused.

"Yes, you can," you insisted. "A friend gave it to me as a house warming present and I never even opened it. You would be doing me a favor," when you saw Carmy was about to argue some more you doubled down. "Do I look like I need more books in here?"

He chuckled and shook his head, placing the book on the table, giving in.

He walked towards you. "Thanks. I mean it."

"You're very welcome," you said earnestly when he leaned in to kiss you.

Carmy nuzzled the side of your face, then down your neck.

"You smell amazing," he said softly. "Coconut."

"That's my conditioner," you smiled and held him closer.

"Lavender, rosemary," he mumbled into your collarbone.

"My body wash."

He already had you gasping for breath as he kept kissing you, standing between your legs, pulling you closer by the bend of the knee. He ran his tattooed hands up and down your thighs, his finger tips still a little cold.

"Can I taste you?"

"Yes. Please."

Carmy knelt before you, something dark and hungry coming to life in your belly as he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter. He opened up your robe and found you bare. Then, he started peppering kisses up and down the insides of your thighs, kneading your ass in his hands, getting you flustered without even touching your cunt.

"Let me know when it's good, alright? Like last time," Carmy said against the skin of your thigh, you could feel his face warming up.

"Yeah. Though you're already doing better than my last two boyfriends, Carm," you said lightly, caressing his hair.

He chuckled against your skin and the whisper of air between your legs made you shiver.

The tip of his tongue caressed your folds, gently, teasing. You hummed softly, closing your eyes. Then, he flattened his tongue, going up your cunt several times, faster and faster, lapping at your entrance, getting a taste of your arousal and humming in response.

"Shit," you managed.

"Mhmm?" he checked in, not letting go of you.

"Yes," you moaned louder. "It's good."

He kissed his way up your clit, rubbing his nose on it before he started licking at it diligently.

"Suck on it, please. Oh, fuck. Fuck," you arched your back. "Can you- Shit, Carmy- Can you put your fingers inside me?" you pleaded.

He let go for a moment, his mouth and your arousal making a lewd sound as he parted. His middle finger traced around your cunt, gathering wetness before going inside you in one swift thrust.

"Yes. Perfect."

"Another?" you looked into Carmy's eyes, he was flushed and giddy.

You nodded and his index finger joined the middle, a smirk curving his wet lips when he made you moan with a simple curl of his fingers.

"You're a menace," you teased and he laughed.

"Keep looking at me," he said, going back between your legs, eyes on you as he continued sucking your clit.

"Fuck, that feels good," you were breathing hard, fingers tugging on Carmy's curls, your bathrobe completely undone. He moaned hard when your pussy clenched on his fingers, the vibration making you shiver with pleasure.

"You're making me feel so good, Carmy," you praised breathlessly, one of your hands squeezing your breast unconsciously. "I'm close." He arched an eyebrow, questioning. "A little faster. Fuck me with your fingers."

He started pumping his fingers in and out of you, fast, while his lips sucked on your clit frantically, wet noises turning you on even more.

"Just like that, just like that," you moaned. "Keep going, please, please, please..."

You kept looking at him, seeing his eyes shut in pleasure when you fluttered around his knuckles. Your orgasm hit you hard and had you screaming and thrusting against his face before you could stop - his strong arms kept you in place.

"Oh, my God," you keened as he kept going, prolonging your orgasm until it was almost too much to bear, senseless praise flowing freely from your lips. "You're so fucking good, Carm. Make me feel so good."

Everything was warm, white and fuzzy.

Carmy stopped his movements abruptly. You felt him groan needily against your cunt, turning his face to bite on the flesh of your thigh. Looking down, you realized he was palming his cock over his slacks. He had come to the sound and the taste of you.

You tugged on his hair to get him up on his feet and kiss him. His lips were red and swollen, and his tongue tasted like you. When you parted, you saw a satisfied and sedated look on his face.

"Never had a guy do that."

"Eat you out?" he asked, disoriented. His hair was a fucking mess.

You ran your hands through his curls lovingly. "No. Make me cum that hard. Enjoy eating me out that much."

"It was hard not to," Carmy replied. "The fucking sounds you make..."

You hid your face in his shoulder, cheeks burning red.

"I'll try to be quiet next time."

"Please don't," he rasped, tilting your head to kiss you hard.

[Part 2]

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